Author's Notes:

This crossover was done with Primaris Marine Sebaste and his story For the Emperor and the UNSC! (Rebooted version). So make sure to check out his stories. Also, I changed my name for Halloween, and only until the end of the month.

Also, might do a Q&A chapter, so if you have questions, go ahead and ask.

And as always, thanks for reading.

FIGHT LIKE HELL, FIGHT LIKE DOOM MARINES!

Ch.18: Hell Marchers…

(Bryan/Doom Marine, Blood-drunk Mary Berry [Destroyed])

"... Oh fuck me."

"That can be arranged, jackass." Yep... That's Visilia alright. Groaning, I tried to get up, only to find Pinch lying on top of me. Wait a minute, when did that happen? Oh, right, she flung herself at me, when I least expected it. Ow, my head! What did she got us to drink? And why the Hell is she smiling? God, we better not have kissed. "So... Enjoy kissing young ladies?"

"... Fuck me sideways." I said, feeling rather awkward right now. Because fuck the hangover I'm starting to feel crawling its way into my head. "And exactly, how would you know of it?"

"I just do and because I'm a lady, as well. Now put her to bed." She told me off, and I just flipped her off. "Cute."

Grunting, I picked up Pinch and carried her off up stairs. I kicked open one of the guest room's door, and tucked her into bed. At least she was out like a light, unlike a certain Changeling Queen I know of. Once done, I went out and closed the door behind me.

"Okay, why are you moving them out of the way?" I headed Visilia ask. Looking over the railing, I saw Kevin moving some of the drunk sleepers out of the way. That was when I realise Vincent was hanging off on the chandelier in front of me.

Shrugging, I pulled out my Pistol, charged my shot, aiming at the chain holding it, and fired. Breaking the chain, Vincent fell to the floor, along with the chandelier, created a crater in the wooden floor.

"Oooowwwwwww..... Bryan, you asshole....." We heard him grumbled, but he didn't bother on getting up.

"You never changed..." Visilia commented.

"Oh really? What gave it away?" I said sarcastically, as I walked down the stairs.

"Well, maybe not your attitude. But your looks have changed." When she said that, I looked at her in panic. Catching this, she waved this off. "Nothing serious. Your eyes are blood-red, and your hair colour is slivery white. No major defects."

I sighed in relief, but that was short-lived, as I felt her slap me across the face. "OUCH! WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN!?" I growled at her, and I don't give a fuck if I was hurting the drunks eardrums! I want answers!

"That one was for letting it happen." She stated coldly. "I can't believe you went along with it. What if none of you were, ever, going to come back?"

"We're still alive! For Hell sakes, I didn't like the idea, and I may have suspected it to happen, but I can't kill her! All that will do is prove her point!" I argued back at her.

"You could have come back to Tartarus! Leave Equestria, leave this realm!" She countered.

"HA! Yeah, sure! Great idea, I never even thought of that. Oh wait, I did, and it still wouldn't work!" I told her off. "Besides, you heard the reports about us! We're Displaced!"

"And how does that justify anything!?" She shouted.

"Everything! Because it doesn't matter where we go, the entire multiverse will throw something our way! Whether it be for better, or worse, we don't know!"

"And that gives you the right to leave me alone!?" I was shocked out of my anger when she said that, because it didn't made much sense.

"What the Hell does that mean!?" When I asked that, it made her even more pissed at me, that she took off her helmet and threw it at me. But I caught it before it could hit me in the face.

"You were always a fool! Ever since you placed that stupid rule on yourselves..." Oh, come on…

"Hey! I made that rule to make sure we don't endanger any who are close to us! I didn't want those I love die needless and meaningless deaths. None of us do!" I said as we both glared each other in the eyes. Her Golden eyes reflecting her frustrations over the eons, while tears threatening to spill from them. Seeing this, for the first time, it made me feel something I thought I would never have to feel again: Guilt. I was feeling guilty, and I knew why…

Visilia had feelings for me, and she still has those feelings. Which at this point, I don't know what to do now. I was at a lost to this whole thing. I mean, I should know what to do, but can I do it? I've followed that one rule I made up, for so long, it might as well be my little religious pledge, for a lifetime. I can hardly remember on how to go about this now. Looking away from her, I paced back and forth, with no clue on how to fix this sort of thing, without the need to brutalise some things along the way.

"... Wow... You two completely suck at this, huh?" We heard Vincent spoke up, apparently having to figure out what was happening. "I can help in that field." He proposed.

"Really? Can you really help me...help us both?" I retorted.

"Well..." He spoke while getting up and walking over my way, or tried to. "I've been in relationships before. I know what you two need to do, which is basically simple."

"And what's that?" I asked him skeptically. "Last time I checked, your relationships didn't get very far."

"True." He shrugged. "But that doesn't mean I don't have any experience. Now then..." As he talked, he pulled me by the arm towards her. "... You like her, don't you? More than just a friend, more than just your best friend?" He asked.

At this point, I can't tell if he's still drunk or not, but I answered him... Answered her. "In truth, I guess I did at one point. But I had to bury them in order to keep her safe from the dangers. Safe from me..."

"Ah! Self-doubt. That's what it was, huh?" He said. "You thought you weren't good enough."

"Bro, our line of work is not the healthiest, nor the sanest. So what makes you think I want to put more pressure on any of us two?" I told him.

He pats me on the shoulder. "If you ask me, you're also afraid of... Breaking another's heart again?" I shouldn't have reacted at that notion, but I couldn't help it. It's not like I was looking for romance or anything. That was hard enough as it is! "So it was that. Back then, when you were..."

"Don't read too much into that, please?" I sneered at him. "The last thing I need you to do is expose me." And I rather not remember that pain again.

"But you need to be exposed, for her." He points towards Visilia, who has been staring at me desperately. "She needs to know, alright. You need to show her, and the answer is simple..." Moving behind her, she pushes her closer to me. "... Kiss the beauty in front of you, ya dumbass of a beast!" As if agreeing with him, I saw Kevin nodding his head, while holding a sleeping Fluttershy, and the usual drunks groaned in agreement. I don't know why they would think the same? They don't even know shit about us, only on what they seen and heard on T.V.!

As for me, I thought this over…

…

...

…

… And I threw Visilia’s helmet at that bastard of a brother behind her. Hitting Vincent in the head made him fall backwards, weirdly enough. As for Kevin, he just shook his head at this.

Visilia just chuckled at this. “Oh Bryan, you are so hopeless…”

“Yeah, well, screw you too.” I growled at her, which only made her laugh some more.

“You always sound adorable that way!” Oh great, now she’s mocking me. Grumbling, I turned away from her, only for her to lick my left cheek! Surprised, I jumped away from her. “Aw~. What’s the matter? Afraid of a little affection?”

“No. No. No! Don’t do that! Don’t you dare do that with me, woman!” I shouted, wiping off that lick of hers.

“Oh, come now. Don’t be shy about it, or are you scared?”

“Of course I am, for fuck sakes! This is my very first!” I wasn’t lying either. I was too much of a loner, and too much of a thinker. The subject of getting in a relationship never really popped up.

“That just makes things all the more better…” Oh shit! Why did I tell her that!?

“Hah! You know what that means…” No, Vincent! Don’t you dare add more to this shit!

“I swear to god Vincent!”

“Bow chicka bow--” Before he could even finish that one line, I was upon him and kicked him in between the legs… Hard. “... Mommy… Fluff my pillow…” He squeaked, holding his manhood as he whimpered from the pain. “... You monster.”

Rolling my eyes, I just flipped him off, only to get smacked from behind my head. “Bryan!” Visilia shouted.

“What!?” I shouted back, looking back at her.

“Must you always pummel things into the red!? Can you simply not just… I don’t know, go about it another way!?”

“You know how I can be! And you know how he can be!” I pointed to Vincent, still holding onto himself.

Sighing exasperatedly, she facepalmmed herself, along with Kevin, before speaking again. “Look, let’s just get out of here, find a motel, and just sleep this off. And I’m paying.” To prove her point, she grab a bag full of bits. “Now come on, we’re leaving.” With that said, she starts walking outside.

Grunting, I grabbed Vincent by the leg, and dragged him out, while Kevin flipped the sign from ‘OPEN’ to 'CLOSED’. After that, he says. "I’ll take Fluttershy back over to Twilight’s castle, and see if they’re all in bed. There’s a motel not far from here, that should be suitable.” As he said that, he teleports away.

“Well that’s good, also here’s your helmet.” Visilia said as she puts my helmet on me, and she did the same with hers.

Soon enough we arrived at the motel Kevin was talking about, which was a pretty decently simple enough. Walking inside, we saw the Receptionist at the front desk. “Oh! Welcome to our…” She paused as she realised who she was talking to. “Oh my! The Doom Marines! Here!?”

“Yes, that they are.” Visilia answered her. “And before you ask, I’m known as a Night Sentinel. I would like to purchase two rooms please.”

“... Okay?” The Receptionist was confused by this, but gave her two keys anyway. “Second floor, up the stairs. You’ll find your rooms.” Paying her to stay for the night, we made our way up, while I still dragged Vincent by the leg. Which means he was hitting his head on each step up.

“Ow… Ow… Ow… Ow…” Heh! Reminds me of something back home… Oh yeah, TFS! When Goku was in that tank, and every time he laughed, he causes himself pain. Aw, man. Now I miss the episodes. “... Ow… Ow… Ow… Ow!”

“Shut the fuck up, man. We’re here.” To my disappointment, we reached the second floor. A little too quickly if you ask me. Walking up to one of the rooms, I asked. “So… Who’s sleeping where?”

“You and me, in here.” She answered me. “Vincent and Kevin will have the other room.” Giving me the other keys to the other room, which was next to ours, I took them and dragged Vincent inside. Leaving him lying on the floor, I went back to Visilia, who went inside.

Looking about in the room, it was decent itself. Nothing too fancy, just your regular motel rooms, up to standards. “It’s pretty nice.” I commented.

“I concur, but you…” She said as she points towards me. “Strip.”

“... What?” I was lost at this point.

“You smell like a mini bar. Get out of that armour, and wash up. We have a big day tomorrow.” She explained. “About a hundred of our Night Sentinels will be here, and I rather you don’t stink up the place with your shame.” Yikes! That’s harsh...but fair enough.

“Point taken.” Moving towards the bathroom door, I opened it and turned on the light in there. Showing me a marble white bathroom. Shrugging at this, I stepped inside and was about to close the door. Only to have it stopped by a boot. “What the--??”

“Let me in.” Visilia demanded.

“Why the fucking Hell should I!?” I shot back at her.

“So that I can clean your armour out!” She answered.

Thinking this over, I just shook my head at this, and did what she wanted. Opening the door, I let her in. “Fine. But no peeking for fuck sakes. I don’t need a perverted stalker made out of you.” Nodding her head, she turns to face the closed door, while I quickly got out of my armour. Piling it up nice and neat, I opened up the shower door and hopped in. Closing it up, I turned on the shower, feeling the cold water hitting me, until it started warming up a few moments later.

Sighing, I got to cleaning myself up. It’s been too long since I’ve showered, but I didn’t smell too bad. Maybe the armour soaks up the wearer's sweat? Probably, but that’s somewhat disgusting in itself. That made me want to clean up more thoroughly than ever!

“You OK in there, Hun?” I heard Visilia call out to me… Wait a minute, did she call me 'Hun'?

“Uh… Yeah, I am.” I answered her. “How’s my armour?”

“Ugh! Honestly, you men just love sweating up a storm!” She complained, as I could barely hear her scrubbing away my armour. “Seriously, this thing reeks!”

“Yeah, well, I doubt you can wash away the smell of blood.” I retorted.

“No, I can’t. Nothing can wash it away. It’s stuck there forever.” She stated. “Still though, that smells better than this, for fuck sakes!” I just groaned at this, and went back to cleaning myself up. Not even bothering to listen in on her complaining.

Once done, I turned the shower off and was about to exit, but stop myself from doing that. I got nothing else to wear, not even a towel, the one thing I forgot to get for me! That is, until one landed on my head. “Dry off. There’s a robe over here.” I heard Visilia said.

“Thanks…” I said to her, as I dried off and tied it around my waist. Walking out of the shower, I saw her washing my chestplate. Pointing to a white robe, I got it and put it on me, with the towel still wrapped around me.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be finishing cleaning this up.” She said, moving to my gauntlets.

“... Right. Goodnight.” I told her as I went out.

“Goodnight, my love.” I heard her answer, but making it sound a little more intimate.

Closing the door behind me, I just stood there. Thinking. She really wants to be with me. But I’m still not sure about it. There was so many things I was afraid of, possibly paranoidly so. I’ll just sleep this off, worry about it another time. Moving to the queen-sized bed, I got under its covers, and tried to sleep. But I couldn’t, for the life of me.

Try as I might, it wasn’t coming to me. Was I really that riled up from having to think about that? Is it wrong for me to settle down, or think of settling down? Oh I fucking hate you brain, just shut off and rest. Eventually, I did managed to get some sleep… Finally!

(Princess Visilia/Night Sentinel, inside the bathroom…)

“... Finally.” I sighed in relief, finishing off cleaning out Bryan’s boots. Setting up his armour in one pile, leaving it there until he wakes up. Walking out, I saw him sleeping in bed, lightly snoring. It’s cute, really. Seeing him like this. There is so much to tell you though, Bryan. But for now, rest. No need to rush this through.

Getting out of my armour and placing both of our swords in one corner, I went to grab another robe out from a closet nearby, and put that on. Once done, I jumped into bed with him, crawling closer to him. This isn’t the first time we slept with each other, but those times were during The Hell Wars, and we were sleeping with our armour still on, down on the stone-cold ground. Out of sight, mind you! Didn’t want the Demons of Hell getting the drop on us.

Anyway, I wrapped my arms around him, and in his sleep, did he do the same. I was...happy. More so than ever now. It was so… No, no! Don’t ruin this moment! It may seem like that at first, but it won’t last forever. Just enjoy the feeling, as much as you can. Savour this moment. Oh, if only I could tell him… But I know I shouldn’t, not yet. But it really would make things better!

I’m jumping ahead of myself over this whole relationship thing, aren’t I? Yeah, I’ll stop that now. Closing my eyes, I let myself fall asleep. Finding comfort with him there, in a very long time. Sometimes I would stay awake for so long, because I was afraid to sleep. The dreams I’ve had over these ten millennia, have not been kind to me. They were all a Hellscape nightmare. Showing me nothing but the deaths of all that I have loved, especially the Doom Marines themselves. Bryan was always the worst, because, either I was forced to watch him die, or the reverse; he watches me die. Now though, those dreams have finally stopped, and I was relieved of that.

A few hours later, I felt the Sun Witches sun rising. The blinds maybe closed, but I can still tell and feel it. That traitorous bitch! I wish I could just kill her, for her acts of treason! But I know I can’t, because that action alone is treason within itself. I would have become a Betrayer myself, and Bryan will very much disapprove of it. Not to mention, I would have made things even harder for them. Still though, I can never forgive her. If I so much as see her face, I’m punching it.

Feeling Bryan getting out of my arms and bed, I tried to stop him. “Mmm… No. Stay here…” I whined.

“C’mon Visi, time to get up.” He said to me, trying to pull me out of bed. “They’ll be here any moment now. We need to gear up before they arrive.” Ugh! I hate it when he’s right.

Groaning in defeat, I let go of him and got up, but I didn’t get out of bed. Not saying a word, he just went into the bathroom, leaving me by myself. “Not even a morning kiss…” I grumbled, now feeling agitated by his stupidity.

Huffing, I got out of bed, took the robe off, and placed my armour back on. I’m still mad at him for not kissing me yet. Honestly, how dense can he be!? Okay, okay, just calm down. No need to get so shoddy about it, and he’s right, we got to meet with our comrades. Placing my sword back on, I picked up his and looked it over. Everything was still in good shape and sharp as ever. Hearing the bathroom door open, I saw him walking over to me, holding his helmet in his left arm.

“I can’t believe you brought that old thing here for me.” He said, sounding a bit surprised by the fact I have his sword.

As for me, I just held it out for him to take. “Shut up and take it already.” I told him off.

Shrugging, he reaches out with his right hand, taking it by the handle. Placing his sword on his back, mag-locking on, we heard knocking. “Yo, guys. You decent?” Vincent asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Go choke on a dick, you perverted cunt.” Bryan snarked off, going up to the door and opening it. Revealing both Vincent and Kevin. These two didn’t had their helmets on either; both of them having the same silvery white hair, although, Kevin's one was long, going past his shoulder blades, along his back. Their eye colours, also red.

Sighing, the two of them just walk right in. “So, no one kissed the other?” When he asked that one, I just shook my head, while Bryan just headbanged against his helmet. “Eh, another time. Anyway, when are the Hell Marchers coming? Took a quick shower and cleaned up my armour as soon as I got up.”

“They should be here any moment. We’ll know when we feel them marching on through.” I answered him, as Kevin was busy tying up his hair, and maybe I was feeling a little jealous about the length. I mean, my scarlet red hair is long, but not as long as his one. However he keeps it in perfect condition is beyond me. What? Even I get bad hair days.

Although, I did ask them a question. “This might be far left field, but what is Kevin’s culture anyway?”

“Oh, him?” Vincent pointed. “Half Red Indian, or Native American if you want, and half Japanese. A rare thing to hear, but it’s actually pretty cool!” Kevin smiled at this comment. I may not know much about Humanity, but it still fascinates me. Even if they don’t want to talk about it.

Just then, we heard the marching sounds of our forces coming through town, and they weren’t far off either. “That must be them now…”

“No shit.” Bryan said, as we all placed our helmets on. “So… How do you want to do this?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, but what?” I asked him back, in confusion. “Why should you worry about--?”

“I’m jumping out through the window!” Vincent said, cutting in through what I was about to say. “I mean, c’mon! Let’s do some crazy intros for the troops to laugh about! We haven’t seen them and they haven’t seen us too!” I just stared at him for that.

“... Okay, I’m with you on that.” WHAT!?

“Bryan, why!? That sounds completely idiotic!” I shouted at him, shocked that he would agree to Vincent’s insane plan!

“Oh, c’mon Visi, live a little. I know I need to from time-to-time.” He answered me.

Just as the marching became louder and louder, the more they came closer, they gave one final stomp before they halted outside. “Showtime!” Vincent stated as he ran towards a window and opened it. Bryan followed behind him as they both jumped out through it. “Hello, everybody! We’re back in business, bitches!” As Vincent said that, our comrades cheered to that, saying praises to the Doom Slayers present.

Shaking my head, I looked back at Kevin, as he stood outside the room waiting for me. Nodding, we both went out the more civilised way, making our way down stairs and exited out the front entrance. From there, we saw the two mingling in with their brothers and sisters-in-arms. They were all happy to see them, like a reunion.

“Ah! There you two are.” We turned to see Azurai and Tahilla walking towards us. “I see the Lords are in good spirit today, your highness.”

“Yes. That they are.” I replied.

Tahilla giggled at this. “Ma’am, you seem a bit miffed at this.”

“A little bit, but I won’t stop them from doing what they perceive as fun.” I said, as we watch the two having a joyous moment with their Night Sentinels.

Unfortunately, that moment was ruined. Out of nowhere, the town was under attack. From the look of things, it was Cocoon’s Changelings, some of them flying about overhead.

“Take this town!” One of them commanded, only for me to shoot his head off his shoulders. The rest were also gunned down.

“That fucking does it!” Bryan shouted, enraged of this situation. “Where are they coming from!?”

“Outside of town!” One of the Night Sentinels said, getting up on the rooftop and pointing it out. He was a part of Kevin’s faction. “Looks like at least over 2000 strong coming in, my Lord!”

“Crusaders, on me! Let’s teach these assholes why you don’t fuck with any of us!” Bryan called out, getting his faction to raise their fists in the air. Making way, he ran straight through them until he was out front, leading his faction out to the field. Nodding to the others, I ran after him, as I heard Azurai give out orders.

“Defend this town! Do not let these insects take it, nor harm its inhabitants!”

Making it up the front, I ran beside Bryan, as we made haste. Passing by civilians, they had to jump out of the way, making sure not to get ran over by us and taking shelter from the attack. Drawing our swords, we reached the edge of town, charging straight into the unsuspecting enemy. With only one goal in mind, we all chanted it out loud, as we engaged those fucking bugs.

“RIP AND TEAR!!!!!!!!!!!”

(Kevin/Doom Marine…)

“Here they come!”

“Open fire!”

“Slaughter the Betrayers on sight!”

As we saw the Changelings taking to the air, after hearing the Crusaders chanting and slicing their way through them, we all started shooting down the many stragglers. It didn’t matter where they have gone, whether it be in the air, or ground, trying to hide behind cover, whatever. It won’t stop us from finding and killing them. Most of them were dropping like flies, literally, but there are those that seem to have made it through. Me and my faction were all on the rooftops, running along them, jumping from one to another, providing additional fire support from afar.

Of course, I was trailing one of them, sneaking into an alleyway. With my Vortex Rifle, I aimed for his head, only to find he wasn’t the only one. Regrouping with some more Changelings, they were discussing about the situation, without noticing my presence.

“How… How did we miss something like this!? There wasn’t suppose to be any forces inside town!” One of them hissed, while the others nodded.

“This isn’t going well. We need to call in reinforcements!” Another suggested.

“How is that going to change anything!? They clearly outmatch us!” One protested.

“We have no choice! I’m calling it in!” He said as I readied a Frag. “Even if we don’t call it in, others will--” Before he could finish talking, I threw the Grenade and it exploded, killing off the lot.

But then I saw a flash of light, and out came more Changelings, right inside of town. Soon enough they raided all over the place…

“Quickly! Swarm the castle!” Uh-oh! The girls and that are there!

“I need some Ghosts with me! We cannot let them take the castle!” I sent out to my Faction, as I made my way over there. Switching to my Burst Rifle, I started shooting down as much as I can, while running from rooftop to rooftop.

Although, that made them look my way. “Dammit, it’s one of them! Deal with him!” One of them shouted, as a group of them came swarming down on me. Or they would have, if it weren’t for my Ghosts, as they shot them down before they reached me.

“You called for backup, sir!?” Tahilla said, as she and some others followed me.

“Thanks for that. These bugs are going to overrun the castle. We’ll be cleaning up house.” I stated to them, as we eventually reached the castle.

Already we could hear gunfire going off inside, the Lunar Guard holding them off. They must have acquired the guns we confiscated. There was some waiting for us outside, but they were easy enough to take care of. Inside, however, was a different story. They practically flooded the whole place, but that’s not gonna stop us. Switching to my Combat Shotgun with the Charged Shot mod on, we charged straight into them, painting this entire place with their blood and guts, as we ran through the hallways.

Out of nowhere, one of those Heavies, known as a Tanker, came out around a corner and pinned me to a wall. Before he could do anything, a couple of my Ghost jumped on his back and started to stab the ever living Hell out of him! Soon enough he lost his grip on me, as I grabbed his head, shoved my shotgun in his mouth, charged up my three shots, and blew his brains out.

Once done, we threw him off to the side and continued on, killing any and all Changelings getting in our way. When we reached the main room, we saw the Lunar Guard fighting off the Changelings, while the girls were inside a bubble shield created by Twilight and Cadence. Getting in there, we used our hands to start snapping necks, ripping off limbs, kicking in their spines, punch off some faces into the red, anything related to gruesome, really.

Once done, we started setting up defensive positions, using whatever we can get our hands on, while I set up the Kinetic Mines outside. Moving the injured into a more secure area, which is basically within Twi’s and Cadence’s barrier, I switched over to the Plasma Rifle with the Stun Bomb mod on, and aimed at the doorway, as we heard the many buzzes and screeches of Changelings coming straight for us.

“Alright people, dig in. We’re not done here…”

(Button Mash, Basement…)

Okay, this has got to be the best, yet worst day, ever. Why is it the best? Well, just as me and mum were about to go out for early shopping, which was kind of annoying. Seriously, who wakes up this early? Anyway, once we were done, we started making our way back home. Only, along the way did we heard something coming. It sounded like a large marching band, just without the instruments. Then we felt it, as it got closer.

Soon enough though, we saw this army of armoured beings, marching through town! Mum quickly got us out of their way, as these guys continued on marching. Getting a good look at them, they were just like those Doom Marines we saw, only their armour themes are different. Still though, very advanced tech! Of course, everypony knew about them guys at this point, seeing as… Aw man, I’m still bummed out that he is gone. One of my idols was Prince Shining Armour, Princess Twilight Sparkle’s older brother, and hearing him deceased was the worst thing I’ve heard.

At least… At least he was avenged when he died.

Once they were out of sight, mum sort of rushed us off home. She probably felt a little intimidated by them, even though they weren’t going to do anything to us. But, really, who would have thought the Doom Marines actually had an army!? That is so freaking cool! They all must be Knights of their secret Order! I wonder what they call themselves? Doom Knights, maybe? I mean, it's pretty fitting, when you think about it.

Although, there was my mum’s different perspective on what we witness. She was shook up by it, easily so. Once we packed the shopping away, she had us both sat down on the couch. “Buttons, honey…”

“Yeah, mum?”

“I’m going to be honest with you… I don’t feel very comfortable with them being here.” She said to me, as I heard her out. I mean, okay sure, it sounds like complete nonsense. But I’m gonna hear her out and give her my input on it. She hears out my problems.

“Why?” I asked her.

“It's just that… Ever since this war started, I’ve always worried that something bad might happen.” She explained.

“Much like yesterday?”

“Yes. Much like what happened yesterday.”

“Do you blame them?”

“... I don’t know who to exactly blame for all of that has happened, so far.” She sighed, sagging a bit. “And I’m not sure if I should feel relief or terrified about these Humans. Everything they have done so far have been...ruthlessly violent.” She shivers at that.

Figuring that’s all she wanted to state, I moved closer to her. “Mum, while you may have a point about something, we don’t know everything about them. True they have killed many, but that’s how war is, because the stakes are always high.” I told her. “It isn't the prettiest thing to do, but they didn't start this whole mess, they're finishing this fight. For OUR sakes, mum.”

“... When did my boy became a grown-up so fast?” Aw, sheesh mum.

Before I could answer her, we heard screaming outside, along with the sounds of buzzing. Lots of buzzing.

This is where the worst comes in. Yesterday were bandits, today was Changelings. A lot of Changelings. Mum grabbed me and got us down into the basement, locking the door. Going to the far end, we hunker down and hugged each other, hopefully we’ll be able to wait this out. Then we felt the ground shake, as if a stampede was rolling on through, like a freight train. But that’s when we heard something, sounded like a thousand voices shouting out one thing. ‘Rip and Tear’, I think it was.

After that, was the sounds of those guns going off. The fight has begun, as we heard the battle cries from those Doom Knights, going all guns blazing. Moments passed, as we thought things couldn't get any worse, we heard our front door get kicked in, and I knew who done the deed.

As they stormed our house, we heard one of them shout out. “Search the place! We’ll get these monsters to comply with our demands with hostages!”

Looking at mum, I whispered to her how I felt right now. “Mum… I’m scared.” I know it may seem so cowardly to admit such a thing, but I’m no hero or anything. Because that’s something we need right now.

Hearing this, she hugged me even more tightly. “Don’t worry honey. I won’t let them near you, I promise.” She vowed to me.

Although, I don’t think it really mattered to the Changelings. “They’re in here! Can you sense their fear?” Because they just figured out where we are hiding. As he cackled, they started to bust down the basement door, our final barrier between them and us.

While we tried to make ourselves seem small, something fell right in front of me. It looked like some weird-looking handle, alien in appearance, even for those Doom Marines. If my gaming experience ever taught me something. Mum was far too busy looking at the door, so I picked it up and looked it over. Although, as soon as I picked it up, I heard a voice coming from it. At least, I think it was.

“This is Sebastian of the Dark Angels, and Spartans Viktor and Alexandra of the UNSC. For those out there, if you are outnumbered and need help, or if your world and its inhabitants are in danger or you just want to hang out, call upon the protectors of Humanity’s future, from both the 41st Millennium and the 24th century. Ave Imperator! For the Emperor and the UNSC! For Equestria!”

Okay… What the hay was that all about? Before I could question this any further, we heard the door breaking down. Letting them in now. Terrified by this, I held onto mum for dear life, thinking that this would be the end. Whimpering, I shed a few tears, praying to Celestia that some miracle comes to save us. “Please… Somepony help us. Anypony.”

Just when we were losing all hope, something unexpected happened. A portal, of some kind, opened up from the ceiling of basement, and out came three figures. Well, they more or less dropped in, landing in front of us.

“Alright then, let's get a move… What in the--!?” One of the Changelings said, as he and some others came down the stairs.

“Ugh… Anyone get the number of that Pelican?” Um… What? Was that suppose to be a joke or something? Well, anyway, all three of them started to get up, we got a good look at them. They kind of reminded me of the Doom Marines, yet, I don’t think they are the same. The first two were sleek and toned in appearance, their colours consisted of red and silver, on the left side of their chest armour were numbers; 918 and 719 .Their helmets were definitely different from the Doom Marines, one having a pointed head with a yellow visor, while the other had a yellow half bubble visor with a white skull on it. Although one of them had a bit more bulk to it, so I’m guessing that’s a male, and the other is female…

Wait, is that a robot arm she has? Wow, that’s so cool! Oh no, wait, she lost her real arm, so that's bad. Now I feel sorry for her.

The last one… By the Celestial Light, he’s bigger than them! More heavily armoured than the first two, bulkier even, his head almost touching the ceiling itself! Dark green was his entire armour’s colour, his right shoulder had a sword with wings spread out on both sides, while his left one had a red sideways double headed arrow with a weird looking number 2 on it. His helmet had a narrow muzzle with two eye slots above it that glowed a hellish red. On his back was some kind of backpack, but it had what looked like nozzles on it. His chest armor had what looked like a golden double headed eagle, while his knee… why is there a red stripe on it?

As they shook off the dizziness, they had a look around for a bit, until they spotted the Changelings behind them. “Where the hell are… WHAT IN DORN’S NAME?!” The big green one exclaimed, as if he and the others were thoroughly surprised to see a Changeling for the first time. “Who the hell are these guys?!”

“JUST HOW MANY OF YOU DAMN THINGS ARE THERE!?” The Changeling shouted, as he and his companions were just as surprised as they were. Before anything could happen between these two groups, the Changelings were getting shot down from behind. The first had his legs shot at, while his buddies were...killed, leaving him crippled. “AGH! MY LEGS!”

Just then, we heard hoofsteps coming down the stairs, and it was one of those Doom Knights. He was carrying a two-handed Warhammer, as he came up to the downed Changeling, placed a boot on his back, to keep him pinned, raising his Warhammer over his head, and crushed the Changeling’s head in a bloody fashion of oblivion. It’s kind of sickening, now that I witness the real-deal.

When the deed was done, he turned his attention towards the three newcomers, while they just stared at him, until they looked back our way. “Wait, is that a pony with a human body?” One of the two smaller ones asked in confusion. “What kind of Equestria is this?!”

“Ahem!” The Doom Knight coughed, gaining their attention. “If you’re quite finished, may we take this outside?” He asked them, as they nodded their heads and went up stairs. Leaving us alone.

This day just got a whole lot more complicating now…

(Sebastian/Space Marine, Button Mash’s house…)

Okay… What the bloody hell is going on here? First, Sebaste asked one of us for something. Next thing we knew, we got sucked into a portal out of the blue! Right now, the only guide we have is this Templar leading us out of the basement, after killing off some type of insectoid pony thing. It almost reminds me of those Tyranids. Almost.

It was then one of us asked him the question. “What exactly is going on here?”

“War.” He answered us. “If you couldn’t tell from the gunfire and battle cries ringing outside.” Well, now that he mentioned it, we probably should have guessed as much. Seeing as these bugs are causing trouble.

“Great… We go from one war to another…” Alex muttered, her voice full of annoyance.

But this didn’t go unheard of by the Templar. “That’s odd. I thought you lot were warriors, not whiners.” Okay, I can’t tell whether he’s insulting us, or speaking out his disapproval of her attitude towards the situation. It’s as if we were suppose to expect a fight on a regular daily basis.

That was when she snapped at him for that comment. “We have our own problems back in our own Equestria.” Now, I thought he was going to go berserk from that. But clearly that wasn’t the case. Quite the unexpected opposite.

“Ah, so you lot are Displaced yourselves. I’m sure our Lords will want to hear of this.” That, alone, literally surprised us. He knew what we were, what a Displaced is, and the whole Multiverse thing! But how!? Was he a Displaced himself!? No, he would have told us that by now.

Just then, a portal opened up and out came Sebaste, or Eliteslayer, as he would call himself, landed in front of us. Getting up, he was face-to-face with the Templar, as he was just as surprised to see him and taken a step back. “How… How the heck did a Templar get into Equestria?!” He shouted in shock.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m no Templar.” Wait, what? “Also…” Before he continued, he made a grab for Eliteslayer, and pulled him over. Just as he did that, something came flying through the window; a half-torn corpse of those bugs. Looking out through the house’s windows, what we saw was an utter bloodbath outside. “Mind the body parts. The young ones tend to get rowdy in a fight. I’m a Night Sentinel, by the way, now follow me, and kill anything that’s a pest.” He explained, as he lead us to the front door.

“I can see that…” Sebaste said as he took in the scene happening right in front of us. We saw one of those bugs rushing towards this one pony, oddly enough this guy was unfortunate to have gotten mixed up in this mess. Although, what surprised us was the fact that he had a gun on him. Aiming at the bug, he pulls the trigger and with an earsplitting BANG!, did the bug drop dead. A bullet hole in between its eyes. “Stupid bugs…” Sebaste muttered.

“Quite right and nice aim. Now come…” The Night Sentinel said as he got a move on, running through this mess like it was the most normal thing to do. Upon which he kind of left us here. Looking at each other, we didn't know what to do next, that is until another one of those Night Sentinels came running in.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? EITHER YOU GET A MOVE ON, OR GO KILL YOURSELVES!” We were surprised that this one was female, and even more so on what she done next. After shouting at us in anger, she somehow managed to kill five… Five of these things buzzing about, within seconds, and let me tell you; it was all done with such sheer brutality. And she did it with her own bare hands! Before any of us could say anything, she was already gone, and lightning fast, too.

“How wude!” We heard Viktor said in a funny voice, after the Night Sentinel left us.

“Can it Vik, we need to get moving. Alex, Sasha, clear a path for us.” Sebaste ordered.

“You got it, Seb.” Alex said as she unsheathed her snake blade, activating its whip form.

As for me, I quickly summoned up a pair of bladed gauntlets, each forming on both of my armoured hands. After that, we both charged forward, as I brought down three of these damned pest, slashing them away in a flurry of cutting blows, while Alex unleashed blast after blast of offensive magic from her free hand, as she delivered devastating blows with her own melee weapon. Viktor and Sebaste were right behind the whole way, shooting down those trying to attack us from up high.

While we were plowing on through, I couldn't help but take in the fights happening all around us. These Night Sentinels were just about everywhere, even on the rooftops. Those ones are probably tasked with shooting down those bugs in the air, trying to keep them from reinforcing the others on the ground. But no matter what, they were all dead men anyway. Hell I even witness one of them ripping the bugs arm off and used it as a baseball bat, knocking the owner of said arm head off his shoulders, in a gory fashion. We even heard some of them shouting out, calling the bugs 'disgraceful cowards’, seeing as they were, apparently, trying to take hostages. I guess that's what we just witnessed ourselves when we first arrived here, and I think I speak for all four of us here, when I say; I concur with the Night Sentinels.

Soon enough, we found the first Night Sentinel we met, killing off another one of those annoying little pest with his Warhammer. After he was done, Sebaste asked him. “Who exactly are these ‘Lords’ you mentioned?” Yes, we did told him about that part along the way…

(Vincent/Doom Marine…)

“Bye-bye!” I shouted as I swung my Chainsaw at the next unfortunate victim, cutting threw his flesh. As soon as this fight started, my faction and I have been running about and killing any Changeling that was on the ground, sweeping through every street to slice and dice these motherfuckers. Of course, when shit hits the fan, for them, they call in reinforcements.

Heh! Like that’s ever gonna change anything. It’ll only make things all the more fun for us! So I say bring in everything you got on you!

“My lord, they’re trying to break into the houses!” One of the Night Sentinels shouted out to me.

“Oh… You cheap-shot little shits.” I growled as I got on Comms. “All units, be advised, Changelings are trying to take in hostages! Converge and annihilate any who tries it!” Once done, I looked towards my own. “Alright, new plan: split up and spread out! Run around town and help out anyway you can!” With that said, they ran around town, as I went up to the rooftops.

Why was I up here? Well, I was looking for Azurai and see where’s Kevin. Usually he’ll be up here sniping, with his faction. Right now, he’s nowhere around, along with the fact that they’re missing some of their own. So where did they sneak off to? Oh hey, there's Azurai! “My lord, what brings you here!?”

“Where's Kevin?” I asked him.

“At the Princess of Friendship’s castle! The enemy is trying to take it!” He answered as he shot down some assholes flying about.

I scoffed at this. “Fucking twats.”

“The Defenders will be busy dealing with the whole hostage situation! I’ll be needing some more fire support from the Gunners!”

“Alright, you got it!” After that, I just kept on running about, killing anything I can swing my Chainsaw at. Hearing their screams at the fact they’re getting cut up like this is pretty funny, like, they thought getting cut down by swords or something pointy was bad enough.

After awhile, I came up to find one of my Chasers heading my way. Stopping in front of me, she spoke. “Sir! There seem to be a four man squad of Displaced here!”

“You’re shitting me!?” I exclaimed from hearing this.

“No joke sir! Although, they’re kind of slow at this whole thing, possibly new blood to the whole concept!” She stated, before pointing the way. “You’ll find them that way!”

I nodded to her and headed that way. If these four are indeed Displaced themselves, I just hope they know how to fight. Making it to where she last saw them, the other Night Sentinels pointed the way, seeing as they moved onward. Just then, I finally saw them; three Spartans from the Halo series, and one Adeptus Astartes from Warhammer 40K, a Dark Angel to be precise. Walking up behind them, with my Chainsaw on my shoulder, I heard one of the Spartans asked our Night Sentinel a question regarding us Doom Marines.

“If it isn't obvious to you, then I’ll explain it; they are like you. They, too, are Displaced.” He answered them, as he crushed a Changeling against a wall, killing the sneaking prick in an instant.

“Why doesn't that surprise me…” The Spartan in question muttered, sounding a bit moody.

So I decided to make myself known. “Wow. Who’s the mopey Spartan over here?” When I said that, they were surprised by this. Turning around to face me, they were quite shocked to seeing me.

“A Doom Marine!?” Another Spartan shouted.

“Yes, that I am! I’m one of the five Doom Marines; Deaths Runner. You can call me Runner, for now.” I told them, without giving my real name. They may be Displaced themselves, but you can never be too careful.

One of the three Spartans spoke up, Mr. Mopeypants himself. “Eliteslayer, and these three are Sasha, Alex and Viktor.” He introduced himself and his team; Sasha being the Dark Angel, while Alex and Viktor are the other two Spartans. The Astartes nodded to me, while the male Spartan gave me the Peace sign — oddly enough, considering the situation we’re all in — and the female Spartan just waved at me for a little bit.

“Nice to meet you.” Alex said to me.

I looked towards her and nodded. “You too. Although…” I turned the face the Dark Angel, thinking of something that popped into my head. I mean, should I do it?

“Uh… What is it?” He asked me, confused as to why I’m staring at him.

You know what? Fuck it! I’m doing it!

“... Pussy Slayer.” I bluntly said, which made them do a double take-back from that.

Of course, this pissed off Sasha. “Excuse me!?” He growled, taking a step forward, only for that Eliteslayer to step in front of the Astartes, stopping him.

“Oh, come on. You should have seen that one coming, Lion Lover.” I told him, seeing as I wasn't so easily scared off.

That was when I heard chuckling. “He mostly just stuck to the books and DoW series.” Alex stated as she sheathed her blade away. “Although he did see the Prologue to a recent fan animation called “The Lord Inquisitor” before we got Displaced. So he wouldn't recognise that reference.” Oh, well, that explains a lot. I might have to give him a Datapad with all of the Warhammer 40K Lore and such, just so he can learn in his spare time. But that’ll be next time.

“Hmm…” I hummed in thoughtful thinking, before speaking. “I don’t suppose you all remember “If The Emperor Had A Text-To-Speech Device” parody on YouTube, would you?” I asked them.

“Never watched it.” Sasha… Okay, I’m sorry, but that name doesn't roll of my tongue correctly. I mean, that can't be his real name. Possibly his nickname, but not his whole name.

Anyway, since none of them know it, I’ll just tell them. “Well then, here's a references that one of your own brothers used when he saw Leman Russ in the Warp: “Lion for life, dogfucker.” So you can see why I said that.” I explained to them, which left them dumbfounded from that. I just continued on. “What's worse, was that little shit was in Deathwatch itself. So most of the Inquisition got thrown in through the Warp, when they invaded the Golden Throne. All in attempt to save the Emperor, when really, they just pissed him off…”

“Sir, if you’re quite finished with your bantering with them, we have a battle to win.” Verharai, one of our many Veteran Night Sentinels from The Hell Wars, said as he killed a Changeling with his Warhammer. He’s from The Mountains Pillar faction, hence they all have hammers, in memory of the late Forger. Pillar has the old man's one.

That said, we got back to killing. “Who exactly is in charge of the Changelings attacking? Chrysalis?” Eliteslayer asked as he delivered a headshot to a nearby Changeling. And it seems he knows about Chrysalis and Changelings.

“Nope! We are allied with her because her fucked up bitch of a sister; Queen Cocoon, set the whole thing up with that Canterlot Wedding thing. By tricking her sister to invade and take Canterlot and Equestria, only to get stabbed in the fucking back by her, so she can take over the world.” I explained to them, with that last bit being sarcastic. “Seriously, cliché as fuck. I’m just wondering when we’re gonna kill her.” I scoffed off, revving my Chainsaw and sawed a Changeling’s face in half.

“We have our own problems back in our Equestria. You’re not the only one fighting a war!” Viktor said as he gutted a Changeling with a pair of energy swords. Well, more like whining to me. Seriously, why are you whining at a time like this?

“Bro, shut your fucking whining already, okay? You are what you paid for. That’s how the whole Displacement goes.” I stated, as I pulled out my Super Shotgun and started blasting away. Sending bits of Changelings all over the place.

“I know that the hard way…” Eliteslayer muttered, as he summoned up a UNSC Chaingun and unloaded the heavy machine gun onto a group, that tried to flank us. “And this is the second time I’ve been Displaced…”

“Oh yeah? Try being entombed for over ten thousand years, then we’ll talk.” I retorted, as I performed a Glory-Kill on a nearby Changeling, by ripping his arm off and bash his head with it.

“Geez, seems a lot of Displaced seem to get Stoned… and I've met a pair a long time ago.” The Spartan chuckled.

“News flash! If you’re talking about the Elements of Harmony, or whatever the fuck you call them…” I stated, as I broke another Changeling’s neck in the process. “One: the Elements NEVER existed way back then. And two: someone else placed me and the other three in Tombstones.”

“Let me guess… Celestia?”

“No you fucking dumbass! She may have done that to the Berserker, but she didn’t make them!”

“Then who did? Did you even see who put you in the Tombstone?” Alex asked as she fired three missiles, that came out of nowhere, into a throng of Changelings.

“You try seeing them when you get blindsided!” I growled at her. “Can we not talk about this!?”

“Alright, sheesh…” Viktor said. He then leapt up into the and slammed into the ground, sending a visible shock wave that sent the remaining changelings flying.

Just as we were done, I get a message from Kevin, saying to come over at Twi’s castle. “Alright ass-fuckers, over to Twi’s castle, let’s go!”

Just as I said that, a blue, red and white shield suddenly smacked into me, and Pinkie's voice sounded from behind. “Language!”

“FUCK YOU! DON’T MAKE ME GET BERSERKER!” I shouted back, and I wasn't exactly sure if that was our Pinkie, or another version of her, but I couldn't care.

When this happened though, it made the four busted out laughing, since it was so sudden and random.

“Alright, you heard him. Let's roll out.” Eliteslayer said before a Warthog appeared next to him. Sasha jumped onto a Space Marine Bike, while the two other Spartans took their spots in the Warthog. So apparently these four can summon more than just guns. That’s cool.

“This ain’t a Michael Bay movie. Also…” As I got up, a witty idea came to mind. Grinning under my helmet, I pulled out a Kunai, and popped one of the tires on the Warthog. “Race ya!” And just like that, I was already gone in a flash.

While I fool around with them, I wonder how Bryan is doing? Probably the usual…

(Bryan/Doom Marine, outskirts of town…)

“WE’RE GETTING SLAUGHTERED OUT HERE!”

“HOLD YOUR GROUND, DAMMIT! THERE’S NOT THAT MANY OF THEM! SWARM THEM!”

“COMMANDER, WE NEED TO RETREAT! THIS BATTLE HAS ALREADY BEEN LOST!”

“NO! I WILL NOT TURN TAIL AND RUN--HRNK!!?!?”

“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT!?” I growled as I grabbed their Commander by the throat and threw him onto the ground. Ever since we rampaged through their ranks and cutting them down to size, more kept pouring in to reinforce, but it didn't help. Maiming my way towards their Commander, it wasn't hard to find him, since he was yelling out commands and whatnot.

Getting back up, he held his Spear in a defensive stance, but something about that weapon of his seemed...familiar somehow. Noticing this, he spoke up. “Ah. Well, you can thank the good Professor for making these fine weapons. Made out of the same material as his Saber, if you remember the Badlands.”

“Right, thanks for the reminder. Now do me a favour, and die.” I stated as I thrust my sword, trying to pierce his heart. Only for it to get parried away from someone else. “What the--!?” I didn't see it coming, but I got pushed back from that asshole.

“Sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, beast.” Great, someone else wants to tango with me. Turning to who it was, a female Changeling stood next to the Commander, with a smug grin on her face. “Besides, we promised our beloved queen to take this town. You killing my brother will get you nowhere.”

“Do you honestly believe in that bullshit? Because like I told your brother, you’re not getting out of this alive.” I told her off, cracking my neck. “That bitch you call a queen, hasn't been playing this smart.”

That got her to hiss at me. “You dare mock her in such a--!?” Before she could finish, a rock came flying pass me and hit her square in the face. “ARGH!! What in the-!? Who threw that!?”

“I did, sweetheart.” I heard Visilia say, as she came to my side.

“Arrogant cow! You’ll pay for that!” The female Changeling shouted, but this only made Visi huff at that remark.

“Fine. Whatever. It's your funeral.” She said as she quickly closed the gap between them. Her sword clashing against the Changeling’s Spear.

“Why you…” The Commander growled, but I made him focus back on me. I was on the offensive, pressing him back, step after step. “Dammit all to Tartarus, back off!” He told me off, only for me to keep going.

“To Hell with you pieces of shits!” I retorted, as I kept swinging at him.

Although, he did manage to turn it around, tripping me up and landing on my back. “Ah-ha! Gotcha!” He shouted proudly as he lifted his Spear up and brought it down to pierce through my head. But I parried it away and kicked him in the face. “OW! My face!” Staggering backwards, I got up and shoulder charged him, making him barrel onto the ground.

“Don't think you won yet, fucker!” I growled as I swung down at him, only for him to quickly roll out of the way.

“I can say the same for-- WHOA!” Before he could finish his sentence, I grabbed his leg, lifted him up, and slammed him into the ground. Or would have, if he didn't teleport out of my grasp and reappear on my back. From there, he started to strangle me with his weapon, before talking again. “As I was saying; I can say the--!” Cutting him off again, I elbowed him in his ribs, making him loosen up enough to head-butt him off me.

Turning to face him, he was holding his throat, as he coughed a little. Seems I got him there. Rubbing my throat a little bit, I was about ready to chop his head off, only for Visilia to tell me otherwise. “GET DOWN!” Doing as she told me to, I ducked down in time to see her opponent get flung straight into my one.

Getting up, I looked behind me to see Visilia walking over to me. “I’m not sure that's how it's suppose to work.” I said to her. “I wasn't exactly in danger.”

“No, but I felt like doing it, for the sake of it.” She replied as she stood by me. “Now we kill these two idiots and get this over with.” She stated.

Just then, our opponents got back up themselves. “Watch it whore! You might just get it!” The sister shouted, as she and her brother got ready to go one last time.

“You don't stand a chance! Together, we can topple you both, easily!” The brother stated.

“Really now? Well that's just too bad.” I told them, which made them look at me all confused.

“What?? What are you even talking about!?” The sister demanded.

“This part…” As I said that, I activated my Berserker power-up. When I did that, not only did Visi do the same, but my faction did so, as well. That's when the Changelings realised how fucked they were now. Already they were losing a lot more than before, that they started to flee.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT!” The brother ordered, but none of them listened, too scared out of their minds.

Taking our chance, we charged at the two and swung at them. They reacted faster than we thought, and that their Spears withstood our strikes, surprisingly enough. So we kept at it, seeing how long they can last against us like this. After about a dozen swings, their Spears started showing signs of breaking, as cracks began to spread throughout its length. In one final stroke, my sword cleaved through it, cutting the brother in half. As for the sister, Visilia cut both her arms off, stabs her in the guts, effectively pinning her to the ground, grabs her legs, and pulls the Changelings towards herself. Splitting her into two halves as well.

After that, the last of the Changelings were already gone. Heading back to their Hive, wherever the Hell that's supposed to be. I turned to one of my Crusaders. “Call it in, tell them we’ve won!”

“Yes sir!”

“Find any surviving Changelings and finish them off!” I called out, as we all got busy.

“Bryan?” Visilia called.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“What was the point of this?”

“This attack? Or this entire war?”

“The war, obviously. I mean, she knows she can't win now. Not when we're here.” She said to me, as I stabbed a Changeling faking his death. Too bad he missed his chance to escape with what's left of the invading army.

I sighed at this. “Well, no matter how smart a race becomes, it’ll continue on doing stupid things. All for the sake of jacking off their inflated ego-induced dicks, in your face, possibly even smacking it across your face. Just because they think they can, without fearing about getting kicked in between their legs, or getting their cocks chopped off.” I stated while I continued on stabbing the same bloodied up corpse throughout that rant of mine.

She was silent for a moment, until she spoke up. “OK, honey, you really need to work on your speeches. Not that I don't understand the metaphor behind it, but because you really need to tone it down.” Oh great, now she wants me to be proper.

I grunted at this. “Yeah, well, screw you woman. And anyone else who thinks so, as well. For Hell sake, you know I don’t sugarcoat bullshit.”

“True, but what about the children? Are you going to teach them how to hate?” And now she pulls out and plays that card on me. Fan-fucking-tastic. Hey wait a minute…

“... Visilia, are you implying something more, than what you mean?” I asked her.

“Well, maybe. But my question still stands.” She answers as she slits open a Changeling’s throat, making that one bleed to death faster.

“No. But even I’m not sure if I can stop them from experiencing the sensation of hatred. War tends to do that.” I gave her my honest answer. “If we want to become parents in the near future, I’m not sure if I can just hang up my armour and feel absolutely sure that it's all over.”

“That, and the fact that you're a Displaced.” She added.

I groaned at that mere mention. “Fuck! There's that, too…”

She sighed sadly. “It's just as you said, all those years ago: the killing never stops.”

“Yeah. And war was all what we ever really knew. It's never easy to forget, or let go of, especially when you're neck deep in bodies and blood… Or just straight up drowning yourself in them.” I stated as we continued on our search and destroy. Already I was feeling pretty pissed off, as expected after usage of my Berserker power-up.

After a while longer, we heard Vincent's voice. “Yo! Bro, we got some visitors. Guess what they are?”

“I’m not sure if I’ll like it… Displaced?” I guessed.

“Ding-ding-ding! Correct! There are four of them; three of them are Spartans from Halo, and one is a Adeptus Astartes…” He explained, but I growled at the last one. “Whoa, easy there! He ain't a Ultrasmurf if that's what you're thinking.”

“I don’t care, he’s still a Space Marine.” I snapped at him.

“Well, he’s a Dark Angel, so… Wanna meet them?” He asked.

“Fine. But if any of them try anything, I’ll kill them.” I warned him.

“C’mon Berserker, they're just kids. Well, three of them are, as one claimed to have been re-Displaced. So I say we hear them out, and I told them no wise-ass jokes. Now, let's greet them without blowing their heads off with our Shotguns~!” He stated happily.

“... Runner, you’re still an insane asshole…” I told him flatly, as I walked past him.

“Yeah, I know. But you love me for that, otherwise you wouldn't be able to laugh.” He said in that cheerful tone of his, which will leave people scared to death, until they start running away from him.

I’m still surprised he didn't end up in the Looney Bin back home.

Strolling through the field of death, I saw our newcomers with Kevin and the girls. They didn't notice us then, but as we got close enough, one of the Spartans started questioning about the Night Sentinels. “... How did those humans wearing old Knights Templar armor get here? Them being here shouldn't even be possible, as they need something to send them to Equestria…” He asked, but I didn't exactly liked that.

Runner may have said they aren't what they are, but I’m sure as Hell not gonna risk it.

Picking up a Changeling corpse, I flung the damn thing at him, hitting him square in the chest. Staggering backwards, he and the rest were left confused by this, until they all finally looked our way. We stopped in front of them, as I still had my sword out, just to be sure none of them tries to pull a fast one on us.

“Geez, ask an honest question and I get a bloody Changeling in the chest…” The Spartan muttered.

“Hey! What did I say about wise-ass jokes!?” Vincent reminded them.

“I wasn't cracking a joke that time, idiot!” The Spartan snapped back at him. “I was honestly curious about something and got interrupted by that changeling getting thrown at me!”

Letting out a growl of my own, it made these little shits back away a bit. That was when another Spartan spoke up next. “Wow, okay! Maybe we were getting a little too personal with that question! Don't you think ES!?” He said this in nervousness, while looking at me.

ES let out an exasperated sigh. “It was about the Night Sentinels, I was just curious as to how they even got here. Then again, I’ve seen Equestrias that have Clone Troopers and Droids from Star Wars…” And I don't entirely give a damn about that last part, because that's not what you wanted to know.

Before I could say anything, Visilia placed a hand on my shoulder, having me to calm down. “Let me tell them. They are only curious…” She said.

“I know that overgrown Cat Licker right there…” As I said this, I pointed my sword towards the Dark Angel. “He’ll kill you for what you really are, if you tell them. I’m not risking that.”

That was when the Space Marine spoke up about that accusation. “Buddy, I’m not an actual Astartes.” And we’re not buddies, you prick. “I just happen to be at the wrong Comic Con when I bought that Bolter from that blasted Merchant.” It wouldn't matter, either he gets you sent somewhere, or something else will. Chances are; you’re still screwed.

I growled at them again. “Oh really? Well then, if you want to know, then fine. The Night Sentinels are Demons from Tartarus!” As I said this, I knew behind me their helmets that they were surprised by this realisation.

Although, when ES spoke up, he said so with interest, looking directly at Visilia. “Interesting, I’ve fought against Chaos Daemons, but I can tell you're something different. I have heard of good demons, but never seen one myself.” A Spartan facing off against Chaos Daemons and Chaos Space Marines? Hmm, maybe I jumped the gun. But still…

This, of course, got a chuckle from her. “Good demons? Really? That’s a first for us.” She said amusingly. “Although, I wouldn’t say good, but nor are we bad. We are the Wardens of Tartarus itself. It’s our duty to punish those who have wrought sins, such as Tirek. Besides, someone has to do the deed. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“So you're the guards of Tartarus itself?” The Dark Angel asked her.

“Indeed. But for me, I’m actually the Princess of Tartarus.” She answered the lot.

“Say wut?” The other Spartan asked, dumbfounded and shocked, much like what his team is probably doing right now.

“You heard right.” She said cheekily to them. This actually a chuckle out of me, the dark type, as the other Night Sentinels joined in. Of course, this act seems to have sent chills down the Spartans and Space Marine’s spines, although it was a bit subtle.

That was when I noticed the female AI, sitting on that other Spartan’s shoulder. “So why exactly are you allied with the Doom Marines?” She asked her, filled with curiosity.

“If it wasn’t for them, the Armies of Hell would have killed us off, and taken Tartarus into their realm as their spoils of victory.” Visilia answered the AI. “But we weren’t humans back then, at least not in appearance.”

“Then in this case, I’d like to introduce myself and my cohorts. The name’s Eliteslayer, and these three are Alexandra, her brother Viktor and Sebastian.” So that's what ES stands for. Well, as Eliteslayer introduced his team, the three Spartans snapping a military salute, while the Astartes crashed his right arm across his chest.

“Greetings, my name is Visilia. Nice to meet you.” She replied, giving a bow towards the four.

Eliteslayer nodded his head in return before looking at me. “So you're the Marine that single-handedly managed to take back two cities in just a day… I'm impressed, not even a Spartan could manage that.” He chuckled. I guess the girls must have told them that.

For me, I just shrugged at this. “They didn’t even see it coming, and they weren’t technologically advanced either. Although, I was so close to killing that bitch Cocoon, she got away from me. No thanks to that cheap shot her Changeling gave me at the last moment.” While we talked, I placed my sword my back, mag-locking it into place. “Other than that, I finally get to punch Tia in the face.” At the mere mention of Celestia’s name, I heard Visi growling at that. Looking her way, I also saw her clutching her fist tightly. I’m gonna have to make sure she doesn't outrightly kill Tia, hurt her maybe, but not kill.

“Bad blood?” Eliteslayer asked before continuing. “You’re not the first Displaced to be sealed in stone by Celestia, although in their case, the Elements of Harmony were used while you got sealed in what the Doom Marine was in from the rebooted game was in.”

“True. But at least there has been some good things made, without the need for war. So that’s something to look forward to, I guess.” I said to him, thinking that it might help somehow. Then I asked them. “What’s your war anyway?”

“A pony called Flame Tail had declared war on the Princesses, he’s managed to persuade many of the other cities to join him and so far, he and his allies are winning.” Eliteslayer replied. “I had done a few infiltration missions to see what we were up against when these three managed to turn the tide by stopping an attack on Ponyville.” He said, gesturing at the other three behind him.

Nodding my head, I asked them another question. “So… How much ground has been lost? And which cities as well?”

“Right now, the main body is being held at Fillydelphia, but raiders from the main base in Stalliongrad have hit Manehatten, Cloudsdale and Ponyville.” Sebastain said. “The three of us, along with Eliteslayer are stationed at Ponyville, our job is to assist the Mane 6 until they're called into duty.” Well, that's rather complicating. Their situation is more worse than this, and from the sound of things, their gonna start hitting low on their supplies and resources.

Visilia then looked at me, and asked. “You want to bring retribution upon the Betrayers, don’t you?” She knew what I was thinking at that moment.

“We already have support in the form of HK droids and a ACU. And we plan on making an assault on the main base in two months time.” Eliteslayer said to us. Now I may have a guess on what HK stands for, but I’m not sure about the ACU. I only hoped that it's a Mech, if so, they’ll be fine for a while longer.

“That’s not what I meant.” Visi stated.

“Then what did you mean?” The female Spartan, Alexandra, asked hesitantly.

“Reclamation is what I mean.” Visilia answered them. “Rather than hit them at their main base, he would retake lost ground, while killing the Betrayers and sending their souls into eternal damnation. With my father waiting on the other side to greet them.” She explained.

“I’ll need to talk to Luna and Celestia before I give my decision. But if they allow it, I will call upon the Doom Marines to take the cities back.” Eliteslayer said, although I get the feeling he was frowning underneath that helmet of his. “But understand that you will be given orders as to where you would be needed, other than that, you will be free to deliver retribution to Flame Tail's forces.” And there's the kicker.

Visilia chuckled at this and replied. “You can give them directions, but not orders. What you must understand is that they can’t control them, or us. We care not what they think. Although, they are welcome to try it.” That last part didn’t seem to sit well with any of them, as they look upon the field, getting reminded of what we can do.

“Very well.” Eliteslayer said with a sigh. “If you ever need our help, we’ll assist you.” Even though our first meeting started off real rocking? Although, if we are to try and work together, next time I’ll assign them each a Strike Force. This way, they’ll be able to know how to lead and coordinate with the Night Sentinels. Along with us Doom Marines, too. Being there for them and such.

Yeah, that’ll work nicely...

“Thank you.” Said the new voice. But we knew who that belonged to. Lifting up a hand, I signalled the four to turn around, and standing there was a familiar cloaked figure. Guardian.

Surprised by this, Sebastian shouted. “Holy Terra! Where in the Emperor’s name did you come from!?”

“Out of thin air.” She answered him. “But in all seriousness, I am the Doom Marine's Guardian. I take care of this universe.”

“So you’re technically a Displacer of sorts?” Eliteslayer asked her, but the reply she gave was… Out of the blue.

When he asked her that, he started gasping for air, as if something was strangling his throat. Almost like Darth Vader’s Force Choke. “Do not make me out as those disgusting Void Dwellers. I was created by the Merchant himself, and even then, I am not counted as one, for I have forsaken that kind of power.” She told him coldly. This was a first for us, seeing her acting this way.

“I… meant… no disrespect …” The Spartan gasped. “...I wasn't… aware… of that…”

“Silence.” She commanded. “I do not associate myself to those low lives, and would rather kill them off.”

“Then… we have… something… in common…” Eliteslayer chuckled hoarsely. “I… have no love…for the Merchant either…”

“He’s not included.” When she said that, she let go of his throat, making him breathe normally again.

He coughed a little bit, getting his breathing under control and said, “I'm not a fan of the Void Dwellers myself, hell, a friend of mine even fought one.”

“So I’ve heard. But do not mistaken The Merchant as those things.” She stated. “He may displace many, but he does not start wars. Those happen by themselves most of the times, while others are created for those so-called God’s entertainment.”

“Got it…” He then looked at us, before a UNSC Assault Rifle appeared in his hands. Tossing it over to me, he said, “If you ever need me, use this to call me.” Looking it over, this was one the Assault Rifles in the REQ system for Halo 5’s Warzone. This one had the energy bayonet on, underneath the guns barrel.

And you know, being a fan of the series myself, holding the real deal gave way to a feeling of nostalgia. Damn did it feel good.

Nodding my head, I placed it away, and look towards the Guardian. “Can you get them back home?”

“Of course, I will need to see their princesses, and show them your Token.” The Guardian answered, as she opens up a portal to their Equestria.

“Wait.” Alexandra said before she, Viktor and Sebastian each summoned their own Tokens, all of which being swords, and impaled them into the ground. “These are our tokens; a Power Sword, Energy Sword and a replica of my Snake sword. Use these if you ever need our help.” Her right arm whirred as it moved back down to her side.

“Are we ready to proceed?” The Guardian asked them.

Eliteslayer nodded before the four entered the portal, followed by the Guardian.

Once it closed behind them, me, Vincent and Kevin looked at the swords.

“So… Who gets what?” Vincent asked.

“I got Sebastian’s Power Sword.” I answered as I retrieved it. Its energy field wasn't activated, since it wasn't glowing like it should be. Accidentally, I managed to activate it, seeing the blue electricity static and plasma flames dimly lighting up along the blade. “Whoa!” I yelled in surprised shock. Holding it upwards, everyone backed off from me. Once I deactivated it, I let out a relieved sigh and placed the sword away.

“Well at least it works…” Vincent commented. “Kevin, what's your pick?”

When he asked him that, Kevin just went up to Viktor’s Energy Sword and picked it up. Giving it a few test swings, he nodded and deactivated it, placing it on his belt.

That only leaves Alexandra’s Snake Blade. As Vincent pulls it out and inspects it. “Hmm, let's see what you can do?” He said as he took a few swings with it. “Yeah, this feels more like it… Whoa, hello!” As he said that, the blade changed its form. Extending itself from its original form, into a bladed whip… Oh shit. “Oh yeah! Now I can really do some sick moves with this!”

“You’re planning on having it whip around with your Chainsaw, aren't you?” I asked him flatly. Already know how this will turn out.

“Yep! Also, could you bring out Eliteslayer’s Assault Rifle.” He said as he walks over to a Changeling corpse. Doing as he said, I pull out the Assault Rifle, when Vincent cuts off the head. “Now then, since these Tokens are still lethal weapons, let's see if the gun still works. Think fast!” He shouts as he throws the head up into the air. Taking aim, I was surprised that the Smart-Link still worked, either way I open fired on the head, ripping it up in a hail of bullets.

Once I stopped, I took a look at the bullet count, and once again surprised that it still sat on Thirty-Six. “Holy shit!”

“I’m guessing it didn't countdown.” Vincent said. “It may be from Halo, but I think the Rich Get Richer rune might be the cause. Giving it the bottomless clip.” He shrugs at that. “Besides, we don’t exactly reload our guns. It would kinda suck…”

“Yeah, well, as great as it is, I like to keep it authentic.” I told him as I looked it over again.

“Bro, hold it out for me, please.” He requested and I did so. Then he turns to Visilia. “Visi, your Hellshot.”

“Uh, okay… Why?” She asked as she pulls out her Hellshot.

“I just thought of something. Now I can see it.” He answered as he looked back and forth, from gun to gun. “Yep! That settles it; the Hellshots will be given energy bayonets as well.” He concluded, sounding very pleased with this outcome.

“Can it actually be done?” I asked him, now that I can imagine it, too.

“Yeah, it can. Just need to integrate it, since the Hellshot solely runs on Argent energy. Not to mention, technically, it's kind of like the Unmaker’s little brother. Because of how much damage it does to Demons. Not a one-hit kill, but it still gets the job done, and it's not fixated to Demons either.” He answers. “So no, there shouldn't be any problems.”

Nodding at this, we both placed the guns away. Before we could do anything, Guardian pops back in. “Well, that was something… Oh, hello again everyone.”

“Sounds like you had an interesting time over there.” I said to her.

“Well, it was interesting, until I sensed the shift. They just lost Fillydelphia.” She stated to us.

“What!? How the Hell did that happen!?” Vincent exclaimed. Even we were surprised by this turn of events.

“Flame Tail. He lead the assault on the city, and he won. Only one survived, making it back to report this.” She answers us, and already we were all just burning for another fight. “We can’t do much, and they don't know what Flame Tail has in store for them. Until then, we wait for their answer…”

“Whose call?” I demanded. “The Displaced, or their Princesses?”

“Obviously the latter. They’re not like any of you lot, and that's something you need to remember.” She retorted.

“I don't care what the Princesses thinks, and neither should they!” I shouted back at her.

“Bryan, all you can do is wait. For now, just focus on the tasks at hand, and find your brothers.” She stated calmly. “Besides, weren't you distrustful of them?”

“Yes, but that doesn't mean I want them dead. The only one with experience is Eliteslayer. Possibly the only one we can trust.”

“What of the other three? They're no slouches either.”

“No, but they're still a little inexperienced right now. Eliteslayer has got his work cut out at the moment, but he’ll shape them up.” After saying that, I looked around and saw how bloody it still was. Sighing, I turned back to her. “Could you please clear up this mess?”

“Of course.” She complied and within a flash of light, everything was spotless. “I also took the liberty of cleaning up last night's mess. Anyway, take care. Also, Bryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Eliteslayer wants you to know; that you are not the only one.” Heh, I guess Twilight and Cadence both told him about Shining Armour’s death, and how I felt about it… How I still feel guilty of failing to save his life in time.

“Next time we meet, I’ll give him my thanks for understanding.” I told her.

“I know you will, but next time you meet other Displaced, try to act civilised. Farewell for now.” With that said, she teleports in a flash. Leaving us alone.

“Alright, I want a report on this ASAP. Girls, what are you lot going to do?” I asked them.

“Well, me and my friends will be staying here.” Twilight answered. “But, if you're going back to Canterlot, I can send a letter detailing on what happened here today.”

“Yeah, you do that. We’ll be stationing some of our Night Sentinels here, just to keep the town safe.” I said to her.

“Okay. But…”

“Twi, don't worry about it. The life of a Displaced is pretty dysfunctional, so we shouldn't really be surprised about being pulled into another war across dimensions.” I tried to calm her mind down. It's pretty easy to tell how she tends to overthink and overanalyze everything, and she does that. But the lost of her brother may have pushed her back into that even further.

“... I’ll try.” Well, at least she's willing to do so.

“We’ll keep her company Bryan, don't worry.” Cadence said as she hugs Twilight, along with the rest of the girls.

“Thanks. Alright let's head back…”

([Third Person] Inside the Everfree Forest…)

“Well, this is all unexpected…” Said the Changeling Professor.

After the Invasion to take the town had failed, all due to the unexpecting retaliation of the Doom Marines and their army, it all fell apart before it could even begin. Not to mention, the lost of one of their many great warriors, will cause great displeasure to Queen Cocoon. Not that he cares to listen to her wailing.

Besides that though, four newcomers came into the frame. They had some similar traits to the Doom Marines, obviously the same race. What stands out though is how they interacted with each other. “It would seem that they don't entirely trust each other...yet.” He concluded. “But wherever they come from, is an even bigger mystery…”

“Um… S-Sir? Should we not return?” A Changeling asked, the very same from the Badlands expedition.

“Not yet. This all seems far more bigger than we could've possibly imagined.” He replied. “Still, I’m very much intrigued by this turn of events.”

“W-W-Wouldn't the answers lie within what you discovered?” The Changeling asked.

“It's only based around the Doom Marines alone. But perhaps, you are right. Come Thorn, we will need to continue on it.” As the Professor turns to leave, Thorn stands there a little while longer, Before catching up with the Professor. “Is something on your mind, young one?”

“It's just that… Are we ever gonna win this war?” Thorn asked him.

“... No.”

“What!?”

“You heard me right. Not only have we lost for the fifth time, but we now learned that they have an army. To top it all off, a powerful entity that has complete faith in them, and anyone else who stands with them.” The Professor tells him. “This means that one doesn't need to interfere, at least not directly. Not unless we attract her attention.”

“You mean, that thing had something to do with those four creatures?”

“Yes, I believe so…”

While those two returned back to their Hive, another group of two were secretly sitting on one of the clouds, overlooking the town of Ponyville. These two are the very same Pegasus mares from Manehattan. They have caught everything on tape; ranging from the army of Night Sentinels marching through town, to the battle of the Changelings.

“... Windy, we better get a raise from all of this.” The mare said to Windy Glider.

“Why, Rider?” She asked Thunder Rider.

“Because of all this crazy stuff we’re doing.” She replied. “I mean, heck, this is getting really intense!”

“I know what you mean.”

“I wouldn't be surprised if they give us a promotion from the feed we got out of this.” Rider said in wistful thought.

“But what if we're taking this too far?” Windy asked in worry.

“As in…?”

“Well, the Doom Marines won’t exactly like it that we have been following them, ever since they left Manehattan.” Windy explained. “I mean, this will only bring more questions they probably don’t want to answer.”

“That, or the answers are more complex as they are.” Rider added. “C’mon, let's head back. Hopefully we don’t get sued for doing this.” As she said that, they both jumped from cloud to cloud, keeping themselves hidden from view, until they felt they can fly without being seen.

“... This war is gonna get more bloodier and bloodier, isn't it?”

“I’m afraid so, Windy.”

“Is there another way?”

“... No. Otherwise, we wouldn't be having this war.”